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Chapter 622
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Jasmine was exasperated. She questioned how Tyler could concern himself with her affairs when he hadn't even settled his own.
"Jasmine..."
"What's the matter now, Mr. Duvall?"
Jasmine turned her head, only to see Tyler's slightly tipsy face suddenly leaning in very close to hers. It startled her, and she hastily shrank back.
She said nervously, "Mr. Duvall, you..."
Tyler said in a low voice, "Let's get married."
Jasmine was speechless with shock, and her eyes bulged. She wondered what he meant by that and considered if he had been drinking too much.
"Mr. Duvall, you're drunk."
She pushed against Tyler's chest with both hands as she spoke. She lowered her head, her face burning red. The light in Tyler's eyes dimmed, and he returned to his seat.
He said awkwardly, "I'm sorry. I did have a lot to drink today."
They were quiet for the rest of the journey. Finally, the car stopped outside the Whiron International office building.
The driver opened the door for Tyler, and just as Tyler was about to get out, Jasmine suddenly called out, "Mr. Duvall..."
"Yes?"
Tyler stopped and looked at her.
Jasmine blushed and said shyly, "Shall we... shall we go through the right process first?"
"I like things to be more straightforward."
Tyler knew that Jasmine wanted to start dating first. However, he did not want to waste any time. Jasmine pressed her lips together.
"Then... when should we get our marriage certificate?"
She gave in and was up to jump straight into marriage. She figured that they could marry first and fall in love later. After all, she had been working with Tyler for over three years and knew what kind of man he was. Although he could be blunt, everything else about him was fine.
Tyler was stunned. He questioned if he had heard her correctly-that she'd agreed. He was amazed that Carlisle had been right. Women were incomprehensible. He couldn't understand them at all.
Carlisle returned to Glamor Hotel and slept for a while.
At 5:00 pm, Wendell and the others came over. Carlisle told Wendell and the others his plan. Wendell's eyes bulged as he asked, "Will that work?"
Carlisle nodded and said, "Anything that can be solved with money isn't a problem!"
He had initially planned to have a massive celebration in Riverland for Wanda's 18th birthday. Now, she had no choice but to remain in that hospital with no freedom at all. Nevertheless, he wanted to give her an unforgettable memory for her 18th birthday.
For the next few days, Wendell was kept busy running to and from all the major fireworks factories while Kevin and Zack went to Maple Hill and visited the surrounding villages to give them gifts.
Within three days, Carlisle had spent one million dollars.
Grand Summit Estates was one of the few neighborhoods in Yorksle that were filled with villas.
The villas there were much more luxurious than those built in the 80s, 90s, or even the early 2000s. The villas were dotted neatly alongside a path lined with leafy green trees. Every single villa was unique, and it displayed how wealthy the Murrays were.
In the neighborhood's center was a vast, man-made lake. Luxurious yachts bobbed on the surface of the lake. Their sleek, snow-white bodies seemed to blend harmoniously with the azure-blue water.
Finn stood on the top floor of his private villa with a half-filled glass of red wine in his hand. He held a walkie-talkie in his right hand and spoke to someone.
"How are the preparations?"
"They're almost done. I guarantee that Ms. Thompson will never forget this birthday banquet!"
"Alright. You've worked hard!"
Finn hung up and raised his glass to take a small sip. In another villa, those in the direct line of descent from the Murrays were gathered.
The white-haired old man in the main seat frowned slightly and said, "Without Heston's men stationed there, will New Dawn Hospital be inspected?"
Heston said, "Raymond has spoken to the departments involved. They'll cover up anything to do with Maple Hill. He suggests we stop our experiments at the hospital just in case and transfer the data to the other laboratories."
The white-haired old man sighed. "That's the only thing we can do."